"
Mrs. Alsager was silent a moment, after which she softly murmured:
"I'll pray for her."
"You're the most generous of women!" Wayworth cried; then coloured as
if the words had not been happy. They would have done indeed little
honour to a man of tact.
The next morning he received five hurried lines from Mrs. Alsager.
She had suddenly been called to Torquay, to see a relation who was
seriously ill; she should be detained there several days, but she had
an earnest hope of being able to return in time for his first night.
In any event he had her unrestricted good wishes. He missed her
extremely, for these last days were a great strain and there was
little comfort to be derived from Violet Grey. She was even more
nervous than himself, and so pale and altered that he was afraid she
would be too ill to act. It was settled between them that they made
each other worse and that he had now much better leave her alone.
They had pulled Nona so to pieces that nothing seemed left of her--
she must at least have time to grow together again.
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